<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039068</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:05:12.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Taberna de Moe</title><subtitle type='html'>la otra del moe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latabernademoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latabernademoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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punta de una cerro para desifrar un nuevo porvenir.Por lo regular nunca pasa nada, unas cuantas sonrisas, una pesadilla que contar, una briaga con olor a higado en cenisas, esto pasa cuando uno va a uno de eso encuentros de poetas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039068/posts/default/3504959235093425964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039068/posts/default/3504959235093425964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latabernademoe.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#3504959235093425964' title=''/><author><name>elbuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808891417587197332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039068.post-7676384009507982119</id><published>2010-07-18T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:40:41.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DescontrolEra la tarde casi noche, el sol se escondia de la ciudad, mi mujer se habia marchado de viaje y yo tenia una lectura en cierto lugar que no mas de acordarce da miedo.A dicha lectura me siguio el poeta Pablo Juarez, y mi carnal microman, en el lugar nos habriamos de topar con el guitarrista Almitri, con el cual ariamos un trabajo.Llegamos al lugar ahy nos topammos con un enano decrepito,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039068/posts/default/7676384009507982119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039068/posts/default/7676384009507982119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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